of Ivanhoe and Brian de Bois-Guilbert and Rebecca the Jewess. From there Mr Beach took them to Lamb's Court, where Pendennis and George Warrington dwelt in chambers together; and to Brick Court, where Oliver Goldsmith passed so much of his life; and to the little rooms in which Charles and Mary Lamb spent so many sadly happy years. On another day they drove to Whitefriars, for the sake of Lord Glenvarloch and the old privilege of sanctuary in the Fortunes of Nigel; they took a peep at Bethnal Green, where the Blind Beggar and his `Pretty Bessee' lived; and at the old prison of the Marshalsea, made interesting by its associations with Little Dorrit. They also went to see Milton's house and St Giles Church, in which he is buried, and stood a long time before St James's Palace, trying to make out which could have been Miss Burney's windows when she was dresser to Queen Charlotte. They saw Paternoster Row, and No. 5 Cheyne Walk, sacred forever to the memory of Thomas Carlyle, and Whitehall, where Queen Elizabeth lay in state and King Charles was beheaded, and the state rooms of Holland House; and by great good luck had a glimpse of George Eliot getting out of a cab. She stood for a moment while she gave her fare to the cabman, and Katy looked as one who might not look again, and carried away a distinct picture of the unbeautiful, interesting, remarkable face.

With all this to see and to do, the last week sped all too swiftly, and the last day came before they were at all ready to leave what Katy called `story-book England'. Mrs Ashe had decided to cross by Newhaven and Dieppe, because someone had told her of the beautiful old town of Rouen, and it seemed easy and convenient to take it on the way to Paris. Having just landed from the long voyage across the Atlantic, the little passage of the Channel seemed nothing to our travellers, and they made ready for their night on the Dieppe steamer, with the philosophy which is born of ignorance. They were speedily undeceived!

The English Channel has a character of its own, which distinguishes it from other seas and straits. It seems made fractious and difficult by nature, and set as on purpose to be barrier between two nations who are too unlike to easily understand each other, and are the safer neighbours for this wholesome difficulty of communication between them. The `chop' was worse than usual on the night when our travellers crossed; the steamer had to fight her way inch by inch. And oh, such a little steamer! And oh, such a long night!